"A lady."
"Well, send her—" Then, as Parks started to go: "No, tell her I'm not here."
"Very well, sir."
Again Parks started to leave the room; again Schuyler stopped him.
"Wait. I've changed my mind. I'll see her."
He reached for the decanter of brandy, and poured into one of the glasses an even inch of the amber liquor. He raised the glass to his lips; but set it down again untasted; for Parks had started to speak again.
"Also there's a van here for your wife's—pardon me, for Mrs. Schuyler's furniture and trunks."
Schuyler's brows contracted; there was the slightest suggestion of a quiver at lip-ends. Then, after a long, long pause, he replied:
"Well, let them take all that she selected…. And Parks."
"Yes, sir?"